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affiliates or anything of the kind. I repeat it is not mine. I am poor
and work at a grocery store so if some big company wants to sue me they
won't get much. So please do not sue me. I am just expressing how much I
like the character and the stories by writing my own little piece of
fanfiction.
*Ducks behind pillow fort*. Are yall out there? Hehe sorry it took so long please don't invade and torture me. It's Economics fault. Stupid class. I should be studying for it now but I decided that yall had waited long enough and I needed to get this chapter out. I had it written like a month ago, but I wasn't satisfied with it. I put it away for awhile thinking maybe a break would do me some good. I read some other stories hoping for motivation, but it was slow in coming. Plus I just got a new part time job, so my free time is a little low right now. I don't know how I feel about it yet, but it is better than it was. The basic happenings of the chapter are still the same but it just flows a little better now. Still not perfect but better. But I will endeavor to keep up with the story. I will promise you one thing though I will not abandon it. I will keep on till the very end. My readers will have closure. *Stands up with banners and fireworks going off* There will be an end I promise. Just not today hehehe.
Review Response:
Seraphim of the Dark Moon: Thank you very much for the compliments. Sorry it took so long to update. : P
Lee: Please continue making funny comments. I like reading them.
Silverwolf: Yeah I hope the town will be nice to them too. Wait! I'm the author, shouldn't I know? Hehe *looks around shiftily* maybe I should get back to work. *Peeks out from grammar book* Heehee I have to be the worst speller in the world.
GuinevereKoopa: Evil monkeys did it!!! While I'm asleep they mess up my story!! Haha j/k. I suck at grammar and spelling, but I'm working on it. I will try and keep watch when I type those words. Thanks for the tips. Glad you think D is in character. It's hard to write him in anything other than the basic hunt and kill scenario.
Durine: Hahaha that would be funny. I can see it now. All the ladies chasing D with frying pans for leading them on.
Kitala: If D ever came to life he would probably kill me for putting him in that situation. Hope this chapter will cheer you up.
The Color of Night
Chapter nine: Sunny days and cellars
Hot. Really hot. Those were the first things D's mind registered when he awoke. He opened his eyes, then immediately closed them. Bright. Too bright. D rolled over to his side and reached for his hat. No matter how far he reached he couldn't seem to grasp the elusive black material. There was a great whooshing of air as the world did a 360, and the next thing D knew he was face down on the floor. The floor was hot too. He had half a notion to crawl under the bed, but couldn't seem to find the initiative to move. Sleep. That's what he wanted. If only it wasn't so hot. It was too hot to sleep, but too hot to not sleep. So there he lay, face down with his nose pressed to the floor.
"D are you ok?" A voice to his left croaked. "D are you awake?"
"Yes demon."
"Aren't we grouchy this morning.?" D didn't reply. "D are you ok?"
"Fine." D still hadn't moved. He was still sprawled out on the floor rumpled clothes and all. One blue cotton sheet chased itself around long legs, while a slightly faded pillow settled itself on a broad back. D's brain felt like an egg in the frying pan. Thoughts didn't seem to want to inhabit his poor brain. The room, or more precisely the floor, faded in and out of view. Blackness waited at the corners of his vision threatening to over take him. The only thing his brain seemed to comprehend was the intense heat.
"D maybe you should find some place cooler. It has to be 160 degrees in here. D."
"Damn global warming. It never used to get this hot," D muttered into the dust.
"Well it does now and if you don't find some place cooler you will probably end up with heat syndrome. Now get up!"
"So caring?"
"I don't want to be buried with you. Maybe it's not so hot downstairs. Hey does this house have a cellar?"
"Maybe, there was a door in the kitchen."
"Well go see. Even downstairs has to be better than here. The sun is shinning directly in this room."
"Yeah."
"Uh D. you need to move first."
"Yeah."
"D don't fall asleep!"
D grumbled something about annoying alarm clocks. He moved his arms up and pushed himself off the floor into a sitting position. The world spun. D's head fell back against the bed. Colors swam in front of his glazed eyes. It was defiantly way to hot here. Even the sheets burned his pale flesh. Using the bed as a balance D managed to get to his feet. Oh and how the world spun then. Spots dotted the room that should not have been there. The harsh glare of the light burned sensitive eyes. Stumbling over to the door, the bedraggled hunter leaned against the door frame. Labored wheezing that barely passed for breath escaped chapped lips. He walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, while keeping one hand on the wall to keep steady. The sluggish steps that followed were stopped, as a strangled noise drifted from the opposite direction. D turned around slowly and walked toward the noise. The sound was coming from Milly's room.
"Clarra?" D's voice sounded dry and choked. There was no answer. D called her name again. He strained to hear over the pounding of rushing waves in his head.
"She must have gone out," the symbiot offered, "I don't sense her in the house."
D opened Milly's room already aware of what was wrong with her. The child was lying in her bed with the sheet over her head. D stumbled over to her. He didn't dare kneel down for fear that he wouldn't be able to get back up. Observing the lump under the frilly pastel green sheets, D put a shaky hand her shoulder.
"Milly?" he whispered. She pulled the sheet away from her face. She was paler than normal with the exception of her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were glassy as she looked up.
"Mr. D I don't feel so good."
"I know Milly. Do you have a cellar in this house?" She gave a confused nod.
"Come on Milly we have to get somewhere cooler."
D gently picked up the child and, after taking a minute to regain his balance, he went back to the stairs. He took them slowly since the world still span around him. Milly clung to his shirt. Her breathing was very shallow. Sweat beaded her forehead in glistening droplets. Sticky clumps of hair clung to her face, while the rest fell in a knotted mass over D's arm.
Upon reaching the landing D headed toward the kitchen. After stopping once again to lean on the door frame, he made it over to the cellar door. Shifting Milly into one arm he opened the door and slowly descended the stairs. He could smell the sweet sent of cool earth as the cellar air drifted up the stairway. It called to his vampire side to come and sleep away from the cursed sun. The cellar was like a small cave. It was dark but D could see better in the dark than he could in the light. Part of the ceiling was the flooring under the kitchen, but it continued beyond that into the ground. The rest of the ceiling, walls, and floor were bricks that had been laid into the earth. Wooden support beams formed a small colonnade across the space. Rows of jars and piles of sacks littered the floor. A few oil lamps adorned the walls, but D paid them no heed. D took Milly over to the far side of the cellar and set her down, leaning her against a sack of dried beans. D plopped down beside her and tried to catch his breath. He noticed Milly seemed to have calmed some. He too was already feeling better. Leaning against the sacks of beans he could feel the nice cool bricks beneath him and against his bare feet. Again his brain screamed for sleep. For once he gladly relented. Milly scooted over and leaned against his arm. D put the arm around her and let Milly lean her head on his chest. The tall dark hunter and the small child beside him drifted off into a deep vampiric sleep.
Clarra came through the door carrying something on a hanger covered in a bag. She headed up the stairs to check on Milly. It was quite hot today and she wanted to make sure Milly took it easy. Clarra couldn't remember it ever being so hot here. The townsfolk were calling it the hottest day of the year, if not the decade. Clarra came to Milly's open door to find her room empty. She frowned and turned to D's room that was also empty.
"Milly.D?" she called as she hung the hanger on D's doorknob. "They wouldn't have gone anywhere.would they?" Then a horrifying thought entered her mind. What if the Count had come while she was gone? What if he had them? An overwhelming fear gripped her, strangling the air from her lungs. Everything else faded away as the terror of losing her child took hold. No logical thoughts such as 'it's the middle of the day' dared to enter her mind. She was too frantic to focus on anything other than the face of the Count laughing over her frightened child. Horribly sharp fangs barred and eyes burning a terrifying orange as he loomed over the child's small form. His head thrown back in maniacal laughter at the sight of tears spilling from her wide eyes.
"Milly! D! Milly!" she screamed as she ran back downstairs. She searched the living room and the kitchen frantically for some sign. A note or turned over furniture. Something that would tell her what was going on. Just as she was about to go question the neighbors something caught her eye. The cellar door was ajar, but she always made sure it was shut. It was one of her childproofing habits. Cautiously she crept over to the door and slowly opened it. Clarra peered down the old wooden stairs. Gradually she made her way down not sure of what she would find; the dead body of her child or a couple of hungry people searching for something to eat. That had to be it; D and Milly were looking for something in the cellar. But then why didn't they answer her when she called? Clarra came to the bottom and lit the oil lamp on the wall. She turned prepared to find a message in blood on the wall. What she saw made her sob in relief. There she was, her baby, safe and sound. The relieved mother lit the other lamps and went over to where D and Milly still slept. Milly was curled up against the lanky hunter, who looked anything but fearsome now. D was slumped against the sacks with his long arm curled around Milly. His head hung loosely to one side with mouth slightly agape. His hair hung around his face and Milly seemed to be using some of it as a pillow. They both slept peacefully. Their breathing was so light; they didn't seem to breathe at all.
"D? Milly?" She called softly. Neither stirred. Clarra wasn't sure what was going on but figured it must have something to do with the heat. Milly always seemed subdued, if not tired, on hot days and today was off the charts. Clarra decided to just let them sleep; besides they looked positively angelic like that. Clarra headed back to the kitchen to fix herself lunch. Briefly she wondered how long they would sleep and decided to ask D about the situation later.
End chapter nine
Yay! Another chapter down! Well what did yall think? Like, no like? Well I will keep trying to get the chapters out. Next chapter will be the banquet I think. I will try to get it out sooner. I really will.
*Ducks behind pillow fort*. Are yall out there? Hehe sorry it took so long please don't invade and torture me. It's Economics fault. Stupid class. I should be studying for it now but I decided that yall had waited long enough and I needed to get this chapter out. I had it written like a month ago, but I wasn't satisfied with it. I put it away for awhile thinking maybe a break would do me some good. I read some other stories hoping for motivation, but it was slow in coming. Plus I just got a new part time job, so my free time is a little low right now. I don't know how I feel about it yet, but it is better than it was. The basic happenings of the chapter are still the same but it just flows a little better now. Still not perfect but better. But I will endeavor to keep up with the story. I will promise you one thing though I will not abandon it. I will keep on till the very end. My readers will have closure. *Stands up with banners and fireworks going off* There will be an end I promise. Just not today hehehe.
Review Response:
Seraphim of the Dark Moon: Thank you very much for the compliments. Sorry it took so long to update. : P
Lee: Please continue making funny comments. I like reading them.
Silverwolf: Yeah I hope the town will be nice to them too. Wait! I'm the author, shouldn't I know? Hehe *looks around shiftily* maybe I should get back to work. *Peeks out from grammar book* Heehee I have to be the worst speller in the world.
GuinevereKoopa: Evil monkeys did it!!! While I'm asleep they mess up my story!! Haha j/k. I suck at grammar and spelling, but I'm working on it. I will try and keep watch when I type those words. Thanks for the tips. Glad you think D is in character. It's hard to write him in anything other than the basic hunt and kill scenario.
Durine: Hahaha that would be funny. I can see it now. All the ladies chasing D with frying pans for leading them on.
Kitala: If D ever came to life he would probably kill me for putting him in that situation. Hope this chapter will cheer you up.
The Color of Night
Chapter nine: Sunny days and cellars
Hot. Really hot. Those were the first things D's mind registered when he awoke. He opened his eyes, then immediately closed them. Bright. Too bright. D rolled over to his side and reached for his hat. No matter how far he reached he couldn't seem to grasp the elusive black material. There was a great whooshing of air as the world did a 360, and the next thing D knew he was face down on the floor. The floor was hot too. He had half a notion to crawl under the bed, but couldn't seem to find the initiative to move. Sleep. That's what he wanted. If only it wasn't so hot. It was too hot to sleep, but too hot to not sleep. So there he lay, face down with his nose pressed to the floor.
"D are you ok?" A voice to his left croaked. "D are you awake?"
"Yes demon."
"Aren't we grouchy this morning.?" D didn't reply. "D are you ok?"
"Fine." D still hadn't moved. He was still sprawled out on the floor rumpled clothes and all. One blue cotton sheet chased itself around long legs, while a slightly faded pillow settled itself on a broad back. D's brain felt like an egg in the frying pan. Thoughts didn't seem to want to inhabit his poor brain. The room, or more precisely the floor, faded in and out of view. Blackness waited at the corners of his vision threatening to over take him. The only thing his brain seemed to comprehend was the intense heat.
"D maybe you should find some place cooler. It has to be 160 degrees in here. D."
"Damn global warming. It never used to get this hot," D muttered into the dust.
"Well it does now and if you don't find some place cooler you will probably end up with heat syndrome. Now get up!"
"So caring?"
"I don't want to be buried with you. Maybe it's not so hot downstairs. Hey does this house have a cellar?"
"Maybe, there was a door in the kitchen."
"Well go see. Even downstairs has to be better than here. The sun is shinning directly in this room."
"Yeah."
"Uh D. you need to move first."
"Yeah."
"D don't fall asleep!"
D grumbled something about annoying alarm clocks. He moved his arms up and pushed himself off the floor into a sitting position. The world spun. D's head fell back against the bed. Colors swam in front of his glazed eyes. It was defiantly way to hot here. Even the sheets burned his pale flesh. Using the bed as a balance D managed to get to his feet. Oh and how the world spun then. Spots dotted the room that should not have been there. The harsh glare of the light burned sensitive eyes. Stumbling over to the door, the bedraggled hunter leaned against the door frame. Labored wheezing that barely passed for breath escaped chapped lips. He walked out of the room and headed for the stairs, while keeping one hand on the wall to keep steady. The sluggish steps that followed were stopped, as a strangled noise drifted from the opposite direction. D turned around slowly and walked toward the noise. The sound was coming from Milly's room.
"Clarra?" D's voice sounded dry and choked. There was no answer. D called her name again. He strained to hear over the pounding of rushing waves in his head.
"She must have gone out," the symbiot offered, "I don't sense her in the house."
D opened Milly's room already aware of what was wrong with her. The child was lying in her bed with the sheet over her head. D stumbled over to her. He didn't dare kneel down for fear that he wouldn't be able to get back up. Observing the lump under the frilly pastel green sheets, D put a shaky hand her shoulder.
"Milly?" he whispered. She pulled the sheet away from her face. She was paler than normal with the exception of her flushed cheeks. Her eyes were glassy as she looked up.
"Mr. D I don't feel so good."
"I know Milly. Do you have a cellar in this house?" She gave a confused nod.
"Come on Milly we have to get somewhere cooler."
D gently picked up the child and, after taking a minute to regain his balance, he went back to the stairs. He took them slowly since the world still span around him. Milly clung to his shirt. Her breathing was very shallow. Sweat beaded her forehead in glistening droplets. Sticky clumps of hair clung to her face, while the rest fell in a knotted mass over D's arm.
Upon reaching the landing D headed toward the kitchen. After stopping once again to lean on the door frame, he made it over to the cellar door. Shifting Milly into one arm he opened the door and slowly descended the stairs. He could smell the sweet sent of cool earth as the cellar air drifted up the stairway. It called to his vampire side to come and sleep away from the cursed sun. The cellar was like a small cave. It was dark but D could see better in the dark than he could in the light. Part of the ceiling was the flooring under the kitchen, but it continued beyond that into the ground. The rest of the ceiling, walls, and floor were bricks that had been laid into the earth. Wooden support beams formed a small colonnade across the space. Rows of jars and piles of sacks littered the floor. A few oil lamps adorned the walls, but D paid them no heed. D took Milly over to the far side of the cellar and set her down, leaning her against a sack of dried beans. D plopped down beside her and tried to catch his breath. He noticed Milly seemed to have calmed some. He too was already feeling better. Leaning against the sacks of beans he could feel the nice cool bricks beneath him and against his bare feet. Again his brain screamed for sleep. For once he gladly relented. Milly scooted over and leaned against his arm. D put the arm around her and let Milly lean her head on his chest. The tall dark hunter and the small child beside him drifted off into a deep vampiric sleep.
Clarra came through the door carrying something on a hanger covered in a bag. She headed up the stairs to check on Milly. It was quite hot today and she wanted to make sure Milly took it easy. Clarra couldn't remember it ever being so hot here. The townsfolk were calling it the hottest day of the year, if not the decade. Clarra came to Milly's open door to find her room empty. She frowned and turned to D's room that was also empty.
"Milly.D?" she called as she hung the hanger on D's doorknob. "They wouldn't have gone anywhere.would they?" Then a horrifying thought entered her mind. What if the Count had come while she was gone? What if he had them? An overwhelming fear gripped her, strangling the air from her lungs. Everything else faded away as the terror of losing her child took hold. No logical thoughts such as 'it's the middle of the day' dared to enter her mind. She was too frantic to focus on anything other than the face of the Count laughing over her frightened child. Horribly sharp fangs barred and eyes burning a terrifying orange as he loomed over the child's small form. His head thrown back in maniacal laughter at the sight of tears spilling from her wide eyes.
"Milly! D! Milly!" she screamed as she ran back downstairs. She searched the living room and the kitchen frantically for some sign. A note or turned over furniture. Something that would tell her what was going on. Just as she was about to go question the neighbors something caught her eye. The cellar door was ajar, but she always made sure it was shut. It was one of her childproofing habits. Cautiously she crept over to the door and slowly opened it. Clarra peered down the old wooden stairs. Gradually she made her way down not sure of what she would find; the dead body of her child or a couple of hungry people searching for something to eat. That had to be it; D and Milly were looking for something in the cellar. But then why didn't they answer her when she called? Clarra came to the bottom and lit the oil lamp on the wall. She turned prepared to find a message in blood on the wall. What she saw made her sob in relief. There she was, her baby, safe and sound. The relieved mother lit the other lamps and went over to where D and Milly still slept. Milly was curled up against the lanky hunter, who looked anything but fearsome now. D was slumped against the sacks with his long arm curled around Milly. His head hung loosely to one side with mouth slightly agape. His hair hung around his face and Milly seemed to be using some of it as a pillow. They both slept peacefully. Their breathing was so light; they didn't seem to breathe at all.
"D? Milly?" She called softly. Neither stirred. Clarra wasn't sure what was going on but figured it must have something to do with the heat. Milly always seemed subdued, if not tired, on hot days and today was off the charts. Clarra decided to just let them sleep; besides they looked positively angelic like that. Clarra headed back to the kitchen to fix herself lunch. Briefly she wondered how long they would sleep and decided to ask D about the situation later.
End chapter nine
Yay! Another chapter down! Well what did yall think? Like, no like? Well I will keep trying to get the chapters out. Next chapter will be the banquet I think. I will try to get it out sooner. I really will.